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A page from my diary: May 27, 1996

8/18/2017

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…[J] pulled out two boxes from Frederick’s of Hollywood---the outfits he had bought for A.  Why she gave them back I’m not sure.  I opened the green one first---it was like a corset, with ribbons lacing it up the front, and a g-string in the back, complete with stockings and garters and gloves.  I didn’t like it that much, but J said it was his favorite.  The other I went wild over; it was a red corset with straps and ruffles around the legs, and the most gorgeous bead and sequin work.  I put the red one on and it fit pretty good, and J put on the green one, very expertly, too.  

He got on the bed, on all fours, and said I could play with him like that.  I wasn’t sure at all what he meant, so I just started jerking him off.  That probably wasn’t what he meant, because it didn’t last long.  If he meant a rim job, I wasn’t giving him one.  

So he laid down and I straddled him, kissing him.  He said his dick was too soft, so I sucked it like before until he was hard and twitching.  He put on a condom and fucked him hard, on top.  And I adopted an unexpected, odd attitude.  Seeing him in that outfit, being on top, I felt a superiority over him---I felt more feminine, more of a woman than him.  He was at a disadvantage; I was in the stronger position; I wanted to dominate him, tell him what to do, be in total control.  He said I should straddle his face so we could do a 69 thing, and I said No---flat out No.  He said I could take off the outfit so I could feel his better, rubbing against my skin, and I said No---just to refuse.  I wanted to stay on top, I wanted to do all the work and sweat and wear myself out.  And I ground myself into him like I never have before---fast and violent; very R-esque fucking.

And I came like a bullet train.  It was an 8.4.  I screamed.  J said after that I’ve never screamed that loud before, that he imagined the kids outside could her me through his open windows.  And I felt giddy, fuck drunk.  I kept laughing.  Right after, we got out of the outfits, and my new superior attitude disappeared.


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